in dublin day 1

Dublin, Ireland
i think it's about 8am USA time/ 4:30pm Irish time
Before I was sitting on a monument on O'Connell Street, fueled by adrenaline alone. I barely slept on the plane, the flight was horrid...never fly Air Canada. Rose wasn't feeling very well and the seats were awfully cramped. Rose had the unfortune of sitting next to Down Windess...i'll leave no more painful descriptions ;)
Rose found a little baby behind us named Katie Rose, who's mother (white skinned, black hair) was with a Malaysian man- we are still debating if he could have been the child's father. hmm.
While my lovely partner rested up in the hostel i took the liberty of getting acquainted with my new home city. It's an interesting place, and being that i had no expectations i am not disappointed. It's beautiful weather here despite the persistent forecasts of rain. I fell like, as I walk up and down the streets, theat my mind is taking photographs, my eyes jolts of colour, my nose whiffs of scents, my ears sounds and the Irish burge- clips and glimpses of out wee time in Ireland. It's a flat city- not many tall buildings, bridges, our hostel is right near the Liffey, very pretty, i've already napped on a bench by the River. Lots of people are eating ice cream, particularly old men (i may ask one if i could take a pic of him) great big cones of dripping vanilla, it's actually kinda cute. There's an artist on a little quiet street i found that is suspended by a purple rope painting the front of his store while blasting Puccini- it is getting me in Euro mode. This place is filled with character...we met some Polish people who spoke to us in Yiddish/German here's how you say asparagus in Polish 'shparagah' why this is necessary, i do not know...but hey you never know....
i head to Temple Bar tonight (i was there this afternoon but apparently it is 'happening' at night with street fairs and tourists) we shall see.
over and out.
as always-
hin